The following is a repost taken from a sermon for hard times: “Wild Moon Wisdom astroAlignment ~ Shakti Church sermon edition” (International Women’s Day 2015). It felt apropros.
“The psyches and souls of women also have their own cycles and seasons of doing and solitude, running and staying, being involved and being removed, questing and resting, creating and incubating, being of the world and returning to the soul-place.”
-C.P. Estés
There are times in life when concepts and theories are enacted in the relative realm, moved from phantoms into being, where energies take shape and shadows surface and there is nowhere to hide, no way to avoid or resist.
There are times in life when you find yourself as an archetype, enacting the myth, where the dream is visceral and the pain is great and the madness sets in, when you can't make it pretty or feel better or "stay positive." The muffled tormented screams that you hear in your ears are not only all your own- yes many of them are, carried inside you for years- but some are the collective anguish from the atrocities branded into our DNA from burning times and before, to the present inexcusable treatment of beings on earth… They are from your own terror, your heavy grief and loss, the resentments that have calcified, the expectations you could not conform to, the brokenness that never healed, carried in your heart and hips and belly, suppressed and ignored until they are uncaged and spill out like hungry ghosts.
There are times when you are Inanna, queen of heaven and earth, but must descend and know the Underworld intimately- you must give up your queenhood and your crown, remove your glory, bow yourself low, be condemned, have the eye of death fixed upon you, you must be turned to a corpse and hung on a hook. There are parts of you that you have disconnected from that must be reclaimed, called back into yourself, and you must face your demons and find vulnerability and understand what real surrender means. This is a ferocious initiation and births the reclamation of your true power.
And there may be a time when you are Ereshkigal, the Dark Sister, whose fate it is to rule the Underworld, not necessarily her choice of domains. She is unloved and holds the wounded neglected parts of Inanna, instinctual, frightened, isolated and alone, and through her rites can release some of her anguish and anger by the empathy offered to her. She has carried the burden of holding the collection of all the secrets and shadows of us all. Still there are ever-present sparks that burn quietly like embers in even the most seemingly unholy places.
There are times in life when the work is ugly and you may feel defeated and devoured by exhaustion in the process, you may feel like a lonely "lunatic" (moonstruck) with no respite, barely human. Don't be afraid. You may have to fight or let go, get still or fling yourself wildly, go silent or scream hauntingly… descend, submerge, sink down, in order to live. Sometimes disorderly chaos is an intuitive and perhaps unconscious realignment with an ancient wisdom. Let the feral creature embedded in your bones growl low and thunderously, a Rudra howl of terrifying sublimity. There is always more to the story…
~ KK
Wild Moon Wisdom Astrology
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